Date: Wed, 8 Aug 2012 11:40:49 -0700 (PDT)
From: Blake Cotera
Subject: A Drunk Jock
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In the summer of my sophomore year I was home from school stocking shelves
at a small clothing store. I went out for drinks with a woman I worked
with. She's the only person I'd confided in that I was gay. I had only
admitted it to myself recently but had pretty much known it all along.
There was no one in town I'd go out with. My high school friends had gone
there own way. Not that I had many friends in high school. I didn't play
sports, didn't date girls, and always felt generally out of place, never
good enough to fit in with the popular crowd. At about midnight she got a
call and had to leave. I was finishing my beer and getting ready to go when
a familiar face walked over to me at the bar. It was a guy I went to high
school with but never really talked to him. He looked at me quizzically
and slurred, "Did we go to high school together?" Of course I knew his
face. He was with the cool crowd. Pretty girlfriend, very good looking,
played 2 varsity sports. And now he was pretty hammered. We handled
introductions and sat and talked, mostly about his illustrious football
career in high school. By the time we relived every game since his
sophomore year (I hate football but he was nice to look at and I felt
somehow important that I was talking to him) it was 2 am and he was barely
able to navigate to the bathroom. After a brief conversation (if you want
to call it that) I was able to convince him to let me drive him home. I
got him in my car and he passed out cold. I had no idea where he lived so I
took him to my apartment. When we walked in he dove on the couch.
"This your place?"
"Ya."
"I can crash here?"
"Ya."
"Cool. Got anything to eat?"
"I can pop a frozen pizza in."
"Great. Do it."
When I got back to the living room he had stripped down to his tightie
whities, turned the TV on and was making himself pretty much at home. We
chatted a little as he polished off the pizza in, what I believe, was world
record time. As focused as he was on that pizza gave me time to survey
what was in front of me. He had a remarkable body, strong, defined, and
smooth. My guess is that even the straight guys he shared a locker room
with envied his girlfriend. When he finished the pizza he picked up a
picture of a female friend and I that was on the table. "She's hot. This
your chick?" "Uh...no. Just a friend. Actually...I'm gay." Couldn't
believe I just said it. Maybe I had too much to drink too.
"Really?"
"Uh...ya." He had a perplexed look on his face.
"Oh. Sorry."
Was this douche offering condolences that I was gay? Christ. "Nothing to be
sorry for man." At that moment I was pretty sure he had never (knowingly)
been in the presence of a gay man. Alone. And in his underwear. I was
waiting for the panic to set in, but I think the alcohol dulled the trauma.
"So...you wanna blow me?" It sounded part like a question, part like a
proposition.
"Um...just cuz I'm gay doesn't mean I wanna blow every guy I see."
"Oh." He looked confused, but I'm guessing this dude spent a lot of time
that way. It was quiet for a long minute. I didn't want to drop kick this
opportunity. I had admired him from afar my whole teenage life. So I took
a chance. "Although I admit I'd thought about it before..."
"Thought about what?" Jesus he was gonna make me say it?
"...thought about blowing you."
Blank look. "Cool." Without standing up he hooked his thumb in his
waistband, pulled off his underpants, gave me that now familiar blank look,
and said "Ok man, have at it." With such a warm proposal, how could I not?
I dropped to my knees in front of him and took a good look. I hate to
admit it, but it really was beautiful, even in it's drunken, flaccid state.
Thick, musky smelling, hairy (apparently he didn't believe in grooming). I
took the head in my mouth and rolled it around. The first minute or so he
was still soft and I began to wonder was he too drunk, was I not doing it
right, or could he be spooked by the fact that a guy was sucking his dick.
Simultaneously I heard a moan and felt junior coming to life. It was worth
the wait. Thick and strong, just like him. His legs spread out and I
incorporated ball licking into the program (a very nice set of eggs on
him). I felt his hand on the top of my head, not so much pushing as
guiding. We got into a pretty good rhythm and I went to pull off to lick
his balls, but as I attempted to pull off to head south I felt his hand
push down on my head. He wasn't letting me take his cock out of my mouth.
I had kinda felt in charge till now. No more. I continued to suck, then
heard a buzz. His cell. He answered, "Ya...hey...ya...(chuckle)...dude if
I told you you wouldn't believe me..." (likely in response to the question
"what are you doing") "ya you remember Tom from high school?" I started
mumbling so he let his dick out of my mouth..."It's Tim...my name's Tim..."
"Oh, ya sorry, Tim from high school? Turns out he's fuckin gay and he's
blowing me right now...no man serious...swear to God...listen..."
He held the fuckin phone up to my mouth so his buddy could hear the
slurping. "See...what?...ya hang on." He pulled the phone away from his
mouth and pulled his cock out again. "Hey you mind if my buddy comes over
for a blow job?"
"Um...I...uh..."
"Ya dude he's good with it." He gave him the address. Me and Dan lit up a
joint and took a break. Fifteen minutes later I was back on my knees.
Then I heard the front door opening up behind me. It was Dan's friend Rob.
I definitely remember Rob. Big guy, had football (linebacker I think)
offers from mid-major D1 schools till he blew out his ACL the summer before
his senior year. Made him violent and angry. Make that more violent and
angry than he was before. He'd beat up a few guys on a bad day, and on a
good day he'd give out atomic wedgies for kicks. One of my friends
actually stopped wearing underwear to school because of Rob Hollins. He
walked in and took a good look at his buddy being serviced. "How does he
suck?" "Like a Hoover man. You want a turn?" "Nah man. I can get head
whenever I want. I wanna take his ass."
This wasn't part of the deal for me. I had tried anal a couple times and
wasn't crazy about it. Besides, who knew what these drunk, testosterone
laden assholes were capable of? But at 140 lbs and a dick in my mouth I
wasn't really in position to take charge. I felt my knees being lifted off
the ground with the force of Rob pulling my shorts off. When they came off
I felt a hard slap to my right butt cheek. "Oh ya," said Rob, "this'll
work.
As I heard his clothes dropping to the floor I heard Rob saying "...always
wanted a tight ass pussy...if she won't give it to me...". I was trying to
push Dan's dick out of my mouth to tell Rob to go easy, but Dan was
determined to keep his dick in deep. I was a little scared but a little
excited too. Suddenly I felt a finger jam up my ass and heard Rob yell,
"HELL YA BABY WE GOT A TIGHT ONE HERE!". I had remembered hearing Rob's
high school girlfriend telling people that Rob was crazy but in bed he was
a wonderful lover. I learned in the next 15 minutes that Rob's high school
girlfriend was fucking delusional. I'll give him the fact that he eased it
in, but once there, he was like a freight train. The only time he let up
was when he'd pull my head back by grabbing my hair (I was in the freakin
doggie position) and say "BEG FOR THAT COCK BITCH". Once Dan was satisfied
the begging was sufficient he'd shove it back in my mouth, Rob would shove
his back in my ass and the party continued. I'd even hear them occasionally
giving each other a high five. At one point I heard them mumbling to each
other but couldn't make out what they said. Suddenly they both pulled out,
Dan laid back on the couch on his back, and Rob lifted my naked body on top
of Dan, who was holding his stiffie straight up in the air...and Rob was
lowering me onto it. For the next 5 minuets or so they laughed while I rode
Dan's cock. Then I felt Robs hand on my back, pushing me down toward Dan's
face. When I heard Rob say, "Now...let's see how many our boy here can
take", I knew what was coming and I knew I was in trouble. But like I felt
before, there was nothing I could do. Dan stopped pumping me from below.
Rob held me in place. And slowly, very slowly, Rob started pushing his
cockhead in my asshole, the asshole that was already housing Dan's cock. I
was getting DP'd. Holy fuck. If anyone tells you it doesn't hurt, they're
full of shit. Cuz it does. Once Rob was inside Dan stayed still in me but
Rob picked up the pace. He wrapped his arms around me from behind so I
couldn't even brace myself. My face was lodged and helpless in nape of
Dan's neck. Ironically it was Dan's dick I felt convulsing first and
seconds later he let out a yell and I could feel his juice filling my
already full ass. Once he finished all 3 of us laid there a second, almost
surprised by what had just happened, and I guess not knowing exactly what
to do. Finally they both pulled out, Rob with a bone and Dan with a just
spend semi. I was exhausted and just laid there on my stomach till I heard
Rob say to Dan, "Oh man look at that cummy asshole hahaha". I immediately
closed my legs as I didn't want my hole to be a source of amusement. Dan
walked around so they were both behind me and Dan slapped my ass and said,
"Come on, open up, lemme see the little guy hahaha." But I wouldn't give
them the satsifation of seeing my spent hole. Rob then reached between my
legs from behind, grabbed my cock with authority, and puuuuuuuullllllled
it. Holy shit that hurt. I heard Rob behind me saying to Dan, "See, you
just have to pull his little tab and his while asshole opens up like a
flower hahaha. Here, grab a handful of your cream off his hole. Let's see
if he likes cum." I felt a hand run down my slick asscrack (no idea who's
hand it was), then felt the hand get shoved in my face. I closed my eyes
as I was getting pinned down. I could smell the hand as it was getting
closer and I heard Dan saying "Eat my junk. Eat it right off your hole." I
did. Every drop till they were done. At least I thought they were done
till I heard Rob say, "suck the stank off my cock boy". He shoved it in my
mouth, deep like Dan's. I never had to move. The fucker freakin power
fucked my mouth the way he power fucked my ass. When he started to cum he
practically yelled "DRINK FROM THE TAP BITCH". It was on my face, in my
hair, and down my throat. I laid there on the floor hoping they'd go. I
was spent. They got dressed and noticed my damn erection as they were
walking out. Dan said to Rob, "Should be beat him off or something?" Dan
smiled and said "Maybe next time."